I groaned softly. “I need you,” I whispered, running my palm up his spine.
“I’m right here,” he said back, kissing my neck again, his mouth so hot against me.
A cracking sound came from the hall outside.
We both froze in place, Hunter’s lips resting just above my skin. I could feel his gentle breath on me.
There was the sound of footsteps padding down a staircase.
“C’mon, Meatball,” Caleb said faintly. The creaking of more floorboards, then the sound of him descending the second staircase down to the first floor.
He was clearly on one of his nighttime snack breaks, and I had no idea how loud Hunter and I had been over the past few minutes.
Hunter shifted a little, looking me in the eyes from above me.
“We can stop, if you—” I whispered.
He licked his lips. “Oh, I’m not stopping,” he said, pure hunger in his voice.
I moaned, so softly. My cock throbbed hearing those words come out of his mouth. “Thank God,” I said, reaching up and wrapping my arms around his back again.
He let out a breath and dipped down, spurred on. His lips crashed against mine again. My hips bucked involuntarily, pressing my cock against his again, and he brought them down against mine, this time deliberately sliding his erection on my own. I groaned, more like a low growl, taking his lower lip between my teeth and giving it a gentle tug.
He hummed. “God, you are so fucking hot,” he said.
I never thought I would hear those words coming from Hunter’s lips. I’d wondered hundreds of times what he’d be like in bed, but every fantasy paled in comparison to this. He took his time with every last thing—dragging his fingertips down my chest, following them with his mouth and tongue. I was helpless underneath him, arching my back upward when he dragged his tongue across my nipple. I bit down on my fist so that I wouldn’t make noise.
I wanted more. I wanted so, so much more, and I had no idea where Hunter was headed. He had been forbidden for so long that I had no clue how to handle this sudden rush of permission. I was like a bird who’d been caged so long I didn’t know how to fly.
His hips were pinning me down against the bed and his hands were holding me steady, keeping me from writhing. As he kissed down my chest I ran my hands along his back, stopping to squeeze his ass.
And God, it was perfect—that ass that I’d tried forever not to stare at and I was now allowed to touch. I wanted to feel every part of him, to save it for posterity’s sake, burning the image into my brain for future use.
“I’m so fucking happy you stayed tonight,” Hunter murmured, licking against my chest again before coming up and kissing me hard.
“Mmh,” I moaned as he settled into straddling me again, grinding his cock against my own.
“What do you want? I want to make you feel good,” he said, pulling back a little, lacing a hand through my hair.
“Anything,” I whispered. I was dazed as I watched him, his eyes half-lidded so he almost looked drunk in the light.
“I want to go down on you,” he said, dragging one finger from my chest all the way down my stomach, stopping at my waistband. He dipped to kiss me deeply as his palm slid lower, stroking over my cock through my thin, soft shorts.
I moaned so loudly into his mouth that I was worried it would be audible from downstairs. He gripped a fist gently around my cock, squeezing in response to my sounds. He laughed gently against my lips and then pulled away a little, pressing two fingertips to my mouth.
“Shhh,” he said, moving lower. His fingers were beneath my waistband now, and in one swift motion he tugged off my shorts, casting them aside.
And there I was, naked in front of my best friend, my cock hard and throbbing and dripping from the tip. Hunter watched me and I felt a flush come over my whole body as his gaze landed on my cock.
“Jesus Christ, Gavin,” he said, probably a little too loud.
I let out a long, shuddering breath.
“You didn’t tell me you were—this is—wow,” he said. He ran his open palm along my shaft slowly, admiring the sight, almost basking in it.
I was blushing so hard I burned. I was so glad it likely wasn’t visible in the dark room.
“Everything alright?” I asked softly.
“Oh, everything is more than alright,” he said. “You have a fucking beautiful cock, and I never even knew.”
I smiled. “It wasn’t like I was just going to whip it out and show you,” I said, arching as he palmed it again.
“What a shame,” he said. “I have been seriously fucking missing out.”
His thumb was on the tip of my cock now. He began to swirl it in a small circle through my precum, and already I felt like I was about to lose it. I grasped at my side, finding a pillow to press against my mouth as I groaned.
It was a lot. It was a little worrisome, honestly, because from the moment Hunter had his hand on me—from the moment he had his eyes on me, for God’s sake—I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stave off my orgasm for long. My best friend was between my legs now, a place where I never thought I would see him. I never thought I would feel his soft skin brushing against the inside of my thighs as he slowly slicked my tip with my own precum, then moved lower, starting to gently stroke me with his fist.
This was Hunter.
Nobody’s hand on me had ever felt like this. The shared history of over twenty years of friendship was behind us, and was condensing in this moment, making me feel like I could explode at any second.
He glanced up at me, just for a second, as his slick hand continued stroking my cock. He smiled serenely, holding my gaze for just a moment, but it was enough to make me feel like I was soaring.
I loved him. I needed him. And he was willing to share this with me, to take care of me in every way possible, because somehow he loved me too.
He pressed so many small kisses along the inside of my thigh, moving closer and closer to my cock with each one. My hips were completely out of my control now—bucking and gyrating into his hand, pushing upward in a slow rhythm. I reached down slowly, lacing my fingers through his hair, gently gripping the side of his head.
“I wanna taste you,” he murmured, and in a moment, he was sliding his tongue against my tip.
If I wasn’t trying to be quiet, I swear I might have shouted. It was obscenely good. He lapped against me while he gripped the base of my cock, pausing for just a moment to look up to meet my eyes again.
“I’ve got you,” he said. “You can relax, okay?”
He placed one of his hands on mine. I hadn’t even realized I’d been gripping the sheets insanely tight, balling it into my fist as Hunter touched me.
I relaxed my grip, letting out a long, slow breath.
“I’m good,” I managed to whisper. “I’m so good, Hunt, I’m scared I—I know I’m not going to be able to last long.”
He kissed my thigh again, squeezing my cock. “You can last however long you want.”
He stopped holding back. He took my cock in his mouth, dipping all the way down, taking the length of me in one motion. And instead of tensing up, I did as Hunter had said: I relaxed, sinking into the bed as he ran his tongue along my whole shaft, sucking hard.
His cheeks hollowed out around me. That perfect fucking angel, who I loved more than anything, looking sinful and filthy and gorgeous between my thighs. Heat radiated from my body as he started to work his mouth around me, slowly and methodically.
“Christ, I’ve needed you for so long,” I whispered, transfixed, unable to take my eyes away from him.
He hummed around me, encouraged. His tongue and lips absolutely erased any other thought I could have at that moment.
And it was only a matter of moments before I felt him taking me closer and closer to the edge, holding me so tight as sensation built up inside me that I couldn’t control.
“Hunter, I—I’m close,” I whispered, arching up on the bed. He used one arm to solidly press me back down
against the bed, and that sure, steady movement only turned me on more than I already was.
I moaned softly, struggling not to buck up into his mouth. He increased his pace, lavishing his tongue along me, like he wanted nothing more in the world than for me to come.
He wanted this. Just as badly as I wanted it. He was sucking my cock like it was meant for him, like we’d been doing this forever.
And I wanted it forever, too.
I wasn’t sure when I began to come because it came over me like a slow, creeping tide at first—in heavy waves. I fought my instinct to tense up and instead just let every last feeling wash over me: his arm against my hip, his fingers gripping into my skin, his other hand hot and tight around the base of my cock. And that mouth, that incredible tongue. He was unraveling me like a ribbon from a spool, and I was more than ready to fall apart for him.
He kept his rhythm as I lost myself, sucking hard as my orgasm built and exploded within me. It only intensified as I saw it through—this was nothing like any other time I’d come, it was slower and deeper and stronger than anything I’d ever felt. I kept my eyes on him the whole time, refusing to look away, refusing to close my eyes no matter my impulse.
I had to see him. I had to know this was real, my friend swallowing around me as I came and came inside his mouth, accepting every part of me. Taking all of it and leaving nothing behind. Holding me through every buck and gasp, like he was made for this.
Like we were made for this.
I was whispering nonsensical things and I didn’t even realize it—oh God, oh Hunter, Jesus Christ, you’re incredible, holy shit. He just hummed around me, taking me through it, not moving an inch.
He’d told me just minutes ago: I’ve got you. Now I knew what he’d meant.
He had me, in every sense of the phrase.
Hunter had me forever. And there was no one else I’d ever belonged to but him.
“Hunter…” I murmured, still materializing after the orgasm that had erased me so fully.
“It’s okay, you can just relax,” he said, stroking a hand down my arm. He had shifted so that he was beside me again on the bed, propped up on one elbow, gazing gently down at me as I regained composure.
The truth was, I still wasn’t out from under his spell. Not at all, really. The acute sensations had lessened, and I was calmer now, but I still felt like he had put me in a headspace I hadn’t been in for… years? Maybe never?
I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so fully relaxed. Not an effortful kind of relaxed like I got after meditating or when I went to the beach or went for a run. Total relaxation, in every part of my body and especially in my mind.
Relaxed like I was being taken care of, totally and completely, by someone who truly loved me.
Watching Hunter now, still serene in bed next to me, running his warm palm along my arm in a slow, hypnotic motion, I couldn’t believe he was still here. That there was no inkling of regret. We were still allowed to be this close, and while I had no idea how long it would last, I wanted to soak up every single moment of it.
“Lie back down,” I said softly, my voice deeper than usual, like Hunter had somehow fundamentally tapped into something animalistic inside me.
Hunter lifted one eyebrow, a flirty gesture. “If you’re tired, there’s no need to reciprocate—”
“Lie back down,” I repeated, moving now to slide my palm all the way from his thigh up his stomach, chest, and neck, at last landing at his jaw. I cupped his cheek, shifting in bed so that I was the one above him now, my body pressed up against the side of his as I dipped to kiss him so deeply.
He moaned, a long, quiet, slow sound—just for me. I kissed him, taking my time, letting myself lean into him, feeling as his cock got harder and harder as it throbbed against my thigh through his shorts.
I’d held myself back from doing exactly this for so long that it all came out at once now—this long-held need to make Hunter feel good. To show him how much he meant to me and not hold back.
He started to rock his hips against me impatiently, and seeing that unashamed display of need coming from him was enough to short-circuit my brain. In my fantasies he’d always allowed me to touch him, but now he was encouraging it. It only stoked my hunger.
I broke off from his lips and admittedly, I went a little bit insane with rapture for him. I let my tongue slide over him, with no regard for my usual inhibitions. I wanted to taste him, and I wasn’t disappointed.
I didn’t even realize I was moaning as I ran my tongue slowly down the planes of muscles along his chest, holding the sides of his body like he was precious cargo in my care. When I got to the waistband of his shorts I didn’t bother with fingers—I gently bit the fabric between my teeth and pulled down, further and further, until his cock sprang free.
I definitely moaned too loudly at that point. Somewhere in my mind I remembered that we should be quiet, that it would be bad if we were heard from downstairs, but I wasn’t totally in control of myself at the moment. The hitches in Hunter’s breath were absolutely irresistible, and every move I made that caused his chest to shudder spurred me on even further.
“Jesus, every inch of you is better than the last…” I whispered, kissing slow against the top of his thigh as I gazed at him.
He sighed, reaching down to run a hand through my hair. “You flatter me,” he said softly, but his voice sounded broken in exactly the way I wanted it to be.
“Nope,” I said, dragging my tongue toward the base of his cock. “I just tell the truth.”
Hunter’s cock was fucking perfect. I kissed it and he exhaled slowly as I ran my lips over the impossibly smooth, almost velvety skin. My hands found their way to the back of his thighs and I pushed his legs upward, spreading them wider, so I had more room. In one smooth motion, I ran my tongue from below his balls, upward, to his base and all the way up his cock before taking him into my mouth.
“Oh my God,” he said, too loud. He moaned softly as I repeated the motion, the tension in his legs releasing as I held them beneath my hands.
I went to town on him. At one point, in my early twenties, when I had just come out of the closet, some random hookup had told me that I needed to improve my oral sex skills. And so I did, with extreme enthusiasm—I watched countless online instructional videos of how to give the best blowjob of all time, studying the techniques as closely as I studied my actual schoolwork. I even looked at books in the library, Cosmo magazine, the damn Kama Sutra.
I’d wanted to learn every last thing, so that if nothing else, I could be armored with the ability to make someone feel incredible.
I didn’t always want to use every single tool in my toolbox, but here, with Hunter in my mouth, I realized that this was the reason I’d wanted to learn. I wanted to do everything to him. I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock in different configurations, stopping to focus on any that made him lose control. I built up strength and intensity, and then I calmed down, taking him close to the edge a few times but not letting him cross it. I stroked my palms along his inner thighs, reached under him to squeeze his ass, then slid back up to cup his balls as I took care of his cock with my mouth.
And it was the most rewarding thing I’d ever seen in bed. Hunter was pressed firmly into the mattress, murmuring and moaning to himself, every once in a while repeating my name.
I loved it when he said my name.
“Jesus, Gavin,” he was saying, “have you always been this good? Why haven’t you been sucking my cock for—forever?” His words were punctuated by labored breaths and sighs.
I liked that idea more than I would ever admit. I would have been very content to suck Hunter’s cock forever, or as long as he’d let me.
I increased my intensity, taking him deep into my mouth, letting him thrust upward and basically fuck my mouth as I ran my tongue along him. He was coming apart at the seams now, not really in control of his gasps and his body movements, his whole body covered in a beautiful sheen of sweat.
“Oh God—oh, Gavin, oh my—” he said, every phrase incomplete, every word a half-sigh.
I took him through it. When he said that he was close to coming, I held strong, giving him exactly what I now knew he loved the most, letting him thrust up into my mouth as I squeezed his ass tight underneath him. His hands were gripped so tight against my head.
His body shuddered hard, and he unraveled, coming over and over again in my mouth as I worked my mouth around his cock, humming around him. His moans now were low, like they were coming from somewhere deep inside him, maybe straight from his soul.
“Oh my—oh my guh—” he was repeating, totally gone from the world for at least a minute or two. When his body was relatively still other than the occasional reflexive twitch, I pulled off his cock. I kissed him gently on the thigh, sliding back up to lie next to him on the bed.
He finally opened his eyes, and he looked totally punch-drunk, delirious and hazy.
“Jesus, Gavin, I fucking love you,” he said, his voice still low and broken.
His words hit me with a wave of emotion I hadn’t been expecting. I was still reacting, shellshocked, when he pulled me in close, hugging me tight against his warm skin. I could feel his heart against me, still beating fast as a jackhammer.
He pulled back to look at me again, running one hand down my cheek before leaning in to kiss me. Soft at first, then deeply, the way we had earlier.
Maybe Hunter had no idea how intense those words sounded to me right now. Maybe he had no idea that the same phrase he said to me all the time, that he’d said to me since we were kids, felt like a different beast altogether now.
It was one thing to hear Hunter tell me he loved me, and another to hear it after we’d just given each other world-erasing orgasms.
I loved him too, of course, but I felt like I almost loved him too much to say it at that moment. I loved him in a way I had no idea if he reciprocated. Telling him I loved him right now would feel like an admission of something forbidden.
But Hunter was content—blissful, even—as he held me close. He began to drift to sleep almost immediately.
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